Chapter 1

 

Samantha sat astride the muscular shoulders of her stallion, a small smile of triumph etched on her face. Her thighs gripped his neck while his biceps gripped her ankles firmly. Her left hand held the handle on the top of the bridle that went around and over his head while her right hand wielded the riding crop with which she controlled the animal.

He was tall, this stallion of hers. Just a few short weeks ago, he had been a prince and a warrior. Of all the king's men, Joseph had been the finest fighting man and the best athlete in the kingdom of the Gold Coast. Now he was but a slave and a steed for the daughter of his father's enemy to ride and to use as her pleasure slave when the whim took her.

He was a hundred and seventy-eight centimetres tall (5'10" in the old measure) and his body was quite superb. Muscular, although athletic rather than bulky, his shoulders were broad, his chest deep and his whole body rippled with clean-cut muscles. He was also very handsome and at twenty-one, in the peak of his youthful vigour. Every girl in the kingdom had drooled over him and when he had competed in the games, wearing only the brief shorts now usual for such contests, all had dreamed of him in her bed.

But right now, Samantha - now the Princess Samantha, had no thought for the naked, muscular, handsome body on which she so elegantly sat. Although her naked thighs gripped his column-like neck and his well-developed biceps held her calves and ankles tight, it was his sister - his twin sister that now held her attention ...

 

World War III had not been fought like any war before it. Armies, navies and air forces did not figure at all in this conflict. Instead, technicians had pressed buttons - and cities disappeared, their inhabitants wiped out. Like most wars, it had been triggered by a small event, but its consequences were absolutely devastating.

There wasn't a city worth calling the name left intact anywhere on the face of the planet. Ninety-five percent of the Earth's population was erased within the few days the battle raged and when it was all over the few remaining people gathered together to lick their wounds and survey what was left of the once green and beautiful planet.

Not much. There was no government; no infrastructure; no machinery and nothing to power it if it had been intact. As with the destruction of the Roman Empire, local strong men took charge, eventually carving out small kingdoms for themselves.

In what had once been called Queensland on the island of Australia, one such kingdom now existed over what had been the City of the Gold Coast in the South-East corner of the former state. Joseph and Claudine's father had established himself as king over this sizeable territory but his rule depended on his own strength and ability. There was little stability in these hastily established realms and he not only had to contend with territorial claims by his neighbour to the north but also from insurrection from within.

Samantha's father, Nathaniel Masters, had been a rival to King William from the beginning but it had been an unwise decision by William that had turned his people away from him and allowed his enemy to usurp his throne. King Nat had immediately had the former ruler executed and would have done the same to his twin offspring but Samantha had begged him to give them to her to be trained and tamed as slaves.

Slavery had been reinstated very early as a better alternative to prisons as punishment and one from which the state now earned a nice income. She had enjoyed having Joseph stripped nude, his body hair shaved and then his flesh depilated from nose to toe so that as a naked slave, every part of his flesh was open to view by his former subjects (well, he had been heir-apparent).

She had left his sister chained to a pole outside the palace while she began her brother's initiation into slavery. Each day, he had been chained to a cart, still stark naked, and made to drag it through the streets, whipped to harder and harder effort so that he was quite exhausted at the end of it. This parading of his naked body before all and the inhuman labour were designed to tame him - and rapidly - and to show his former subjects how low he had been brought. Then, each night, she had had him brought to her for examination. Every time he made a mistake - which he did often at first, she sweetly told him he had failed the test and would spend yet another day hauling the cart around the streets.

Eventually he had learned and, although the rage still boiled inside him, he managed to control it and put on a face of docility. This self-control was severely tested however when she had his back teeth extracted, a bridle with bit strapped around his head and made him squat so she could mount his broad shoulders and then ride him, still stark naked, around the little kingdom. And to make his shame even greater, he was required to erect his penis - and keep it so for the whole time she chose to ride him - which might be half or even a whole day. If he failed, she caned his cock - hard, until he was blubbering like a small boy.

It had taken a few weeks but she thought he was now tame. Her methods were brutal but they worked.

All this time his sister had been brought out each morning to be chained to the pole at the front of the palace, exhibited as a slave; but now, as Samantha sat astride the girl's brother's shoulders, Claudine's training was begun ...